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Tuesday, August 9, 2005

Dark poem
well what is death what is life, they seem to have both dispear and fright.

how can we see what's wrong and right when all consumes us when all is night.

the life the we wake up to every day, to tasks to problems to death delay.

the end we seek will never come for we do not choose it we have no say.

I hurt inside, it hurts so bad. to hurt is to know and to know is to die.

for god knows all but he can't tell all for then all would know all would be god.

why are we here we do we live for all of this only a dream. something so sweet something we love only lasts as long as a short sweet song.

these words have no meaning nothing to hear, just turn around and cover your ears.
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